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[indirection]

[The face that greets you is inquisitive, friendly, and distinctly red-eyed. The young man looks to be in his late teens, and he's dressed in fine clothes: an intricately embroidered, long-sleeved tunic with epaulets, worked in black and gold and fashioned with a large ruby in the center of his chest. His turban glitters with rubies, as well, and there's a gold hoop dangling from one ear. The overall effect suggests royalty--or, at least, significant affluence. He's dark-skinned and dark-haired, and seems human, at least aside from the bright, piercing glow of his eyes.

There's some shuffling of the image as Wrathion moves about his room, trying to find the best light and angle for his address.

Once he's relatively sure that everything is in order, Wrathion smiles toothily into the camera.]

My, what fascinating technology this is! I can honestly say that I've never seen anything quite like it. Am I really broadcasting to an entire network of people? Amazing.

[He pauses for a moment; clears his throat. He's been here a few days and he's spoken with a few people, but most of the population is as yet unknown to him, and vice versa. Introductions are necessary.]

My name is Wrathion, last of Azeroth's black dragonflight, and it seems I've been pulled right from one dire conflict to another.

[The ingratiating smile widens. His teeth really are quite sharp.]

Back home, I was doing my best to find an expedient and decisive solution to the war at hand. I hope I can make myself useful here, as well. To that end, I'm eager to meet all of you--whether over this device, or, more preferably, in person.

I'm sure we'll all get along splendidly.

Comments

YES SO MUCH

[ex_havenofear960]

[ Oops. ] Oh.

Well - I guess that's noble of you. Wait, so when you say you "cleaned up the leftovers"...

[ Please tell him he's inferring wrongly. ]

[indirection]

[bluntly.] I had them killed.

[ex_havenofear960]

..... oh. [ Again. ]

Really? That was the - that was the best solution to the problem?

[indirection]

It was the only solution to the problem.

[Not only were the black dragons tainted by the Old Gods, they were also, collectively, out to kill Wrathion himself. And that just wouldn't do.]

[ex_havenofear960]

[ He's not even going to respond to that right way, just sort of squint at the screen.

Considering how many hours he spent hacking away at dragons in Warcraft, it it really fair to judge? Then again, if they were suddenly real, would he have - this is confusing. ]

Ssso... corruption, they were bad, right? You were protecting people?

[indirection]

[You've ruined so many families, Peter!!

In response to the comment, Wrathion nods vigorously.]

Oh, yes. The other black dragons suffered from the madness of the Old Gods. They were helping my father--Deathwing, as he was known--to bring about the end of the world.

Hugely problematic; I'm sure you'll agree.

[ex_havenofear960]

[ Oh, right. Deathwing, he remembers him. What a douchebag. Speaking of which- ]

Hang on, Deathwing was your dad?

[ Now he's just confused in the "how many kids did this guy have" way, because he vaguely recalls killing most of them. Well, fake killing. ]

[indirection]

[With very practiced calm.]

Yes. But we were not close.

[arachnoid]

Ah. Well, I guess I can't blame you, I don't think I'd be - [ Wait, should he be knowing anything about these places? He feels like the cleaner answer is 'no'. ]

I mean, with a name like Deathwing, right? Not that Wrathion is... much better, but - [ WOW NOT TALKING anymore sorry ]